Stranded - outline
Concept
An accident strands a handful of people on a strange island, where the fruit makes women grow into amazons.
Ideas
Lost-inspired - maybe a plane crash? tail rips off, separating people? they eventually find a weird threat on the island.
Lord of the Flies - the longer they are there, the more they devolve into primitive behavior
Intro
Start with a scene on the plane... introducing a couple of the characters and relationships
Then the terrifying plane crash... the plane crashing into the water and breaking up, before sliding onto a beach and crashing into vegetation
splintering into separate stories... some landing in the water, and struggling to get ashore, while others wake up in chaos on the beach. (how do they get far enough away from the wreckage? currents?)
Characters / Groups
A - Noah and Suzanne, two band kids, washed ashore together
B - main wreckage
Jordan - 22 y/o pretty and popular brunette - clarinet lead - business major
Matt - 38 y/o wealthy confident take-charge finance guy (initialy takes charge, CJ hates and eventually kills him)
Isaiah - 32 y/o attractive black church-going real-estate agent (married to Amelia, a fun torture challenge for the girls)
C - tail wreckage (don't connect for quite a while)
Ideas - B
Matt takes charge of the chaos. Checks on everyone. Starts assigning them jobs. Mostly benevolent, but a little bossy. Buts heads with CJ, but ultimately wins out with logic. They find fruit and coconut, but have trouble opening the coconut, so they eat some of the fruit. Though nobody is very hungry.
Day two, CJ and Jordan are both (over 6'1") and slimmer, fitter. It's barely noticable at first, but then everyone notices they are taller. They all rapid-fire brainstorm how that's possible. (are they dead? dreaming? dehydrated and hallucinating?) after a little argument, everyone agrees they need to find fresh water. After some tips from Matt, they split up and forage in the forest. CJ runs across a snake "ohh fuck no", and heads back toward the beach, grabbing more of the fruit, and eating it once she gets to the beach.
Late in the day, they've all returned, having not found any water. Matt says they need to find a way to get the coconuts open. CJ is disinterested. Matt asks if she wants to die of thirst, and she sasses back that she's not thirsty - she ate a bunch of that red fruit and that was enough. The rest of them do the same, as Matt struggles to crack a coconut. Finally succeeding, but most of the milk spilling out.
Day three, CJ and Jordan wake freakishly tall, over (6'10"). CJ sasses Matt, standing uncomfortably close to him, "think you're imagining this?" THey all discuss what might be happening. And why it's happening only to the girls. Meanwhile CJ admires herself.
CJ doesn't care why it's happening, but she knows one thing, he's not bossing her around anymore. She heads towards the water, stripping her clothes off and taking a naked dip in the ocean. Matt can't help but watch as she comes back out of the water, unashamed of her nakedness in front of them all. Staring down Matt as she walks right up to him, and declares, "you're a dirtbag, but i'm bored, and I want to fuck, and I think I would ruin choir boy over there, so come on, lets take a walk." She struts up the beach, and he toils for a moment, watching her nakedness saunter away, before making an excuse and casually jogging to catch up with her.
when he catches up, he tries to reassert leadership... "look CJ. I don't know who hurt you or beat you or cheated you back in your real life, but we might be the only four people on this island. Would it kill you to try to cooperate at little, be a little nicer."
"Is this your idea of foreplay? I've had plenty of clients like you, I know your kind. Booking me for a back massage in a hotel room, tan-line from their wedding ring, thinking I'd swoon at their Rolex watch or fancy shoes. Sometimes they'd just drop their towel and act like their penis was such a gift I'd fall on it and start sucking. I learned to enjoy playing the game. I'd give them a story. How I found them attractive but that's not a line I cross, and in a few minutes of flirty massage, they were begging and throwing hundreds of dollars at me just to tug them off. Then I'd give them the tantric handjob of their life, and they'd never stop calling me. Begging for bookings at all hours, and the rich ones, no matter how much I charged, they'd pay me double.
"So you see, this is me cooperating. We both could use a little stress relief, and I figured you sticking your dick in me would help us both forget how fucked we are on this island, at least for 90 seconds. And nobody ever beats me unless I ask them to."
"Shit. You really are a piece of work. I assure you, I'm not that guy. I never married, and sure, I knew plenty of women, but I adore them. When I met someone I really liked, I'd whisk her on fancy trips and buy her whatever she wanted, just to see the smile on her face. We may be here a long time, so I'm trying to be friends."
"Friends huh?" She stopped and turned, her huge tits hovering inches from his chin. "And here I thought it was because I was buck naked and sexy as hell. Well, you can turn around and go make friends with those other two, or you can drop your pants and show me what you're made of."
"What? Here? They're right over there. They can still see us." She briefly smirked, before leaning down and kissing him deeply, agreesively wrestling her tongue into his mouth, and pressing her body into him, knowing the reaction it would have.
"I think," she said as she broke free of their kiss, "the rules are kind of out the window. We crashed landed on an island, and I'm seven fucking feet tall. If we're not already in the afterlife, we might soon be, so you might as well stop worrying about what people think, and start living. Either that, or I can get myself off, and you can just get blue balls watching. What's it gonna be?" She sat herself down on the beach, her legs invitingly spread.
"Fuck. CJ you are trouble," he declared, as he dropped his pants, and fell to his knees.
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back at the camp, CJ casually puts her undergarments back on, and the other two
Matt realizes he ate the coconut, Isaih didn't eat much of the fruit, while the girls ate a bunch, and concludes it must be the fruit. He gathers some, and begins eating it, and encouraging Isaiah to eat more of it.
On day three (7'5"), finding out she's actually stronger than him too, challenging his authority, then seducing him, and flaunting her advantage over him.
Story 1- Noah and Suzanne (Suzie, and later Anne)
She's hysterical and crying. Raving on about how they are going to die.
Alex is calm, and calms her down. He makes a joke, it's true they can't get on Instagram, but nobody ever died from losing the Internet. There is bound to be food on the island, and if not, they can catch fish. They just need tofind some fresh water, take it one day at a time, and not worry about tommorow. Someone will rescue them eventually.
After they get over the shock, they forrage for survival, find some indiginous fruit, and after a hilarious struggle to get the husk off, it tastes pretty good
They explore the island a little, and by nightfall, decide it's safest to sleep on the beach
Come morning, he wakes up first, and something is different, she's more attractive and bustier (and when she stands up, taller - 6'5") - he's concerned and shocked "how could this all happen overnight?", she's surprised, but also not complaining, and points out that the more pressing issue is that they are still stuck on a desert island.
they make a plan, and spend the day foraging for wood to make some type of signal fire and a shelter... meanwhile eating more of the delicious fruit, which she has an unusually large appetite for
when they lie down, she jokingly suggests if he made the shelter any smaller they'd be on-top of each other. he apologizes, and says he'll make her one of her own tommorow. she laughs, "that's not what I meant. we're the only two people on the island, I think we should sleep close to eachother. maybe we can just make this one a little bigger?" / yes, yes of course
the next day, she wakes first, and her transformation is even less subtle... she swears in shock about how big her tits are, almost waking him. she crawls out of the lean-to, and marvels at herself, and her fit physique. she also feels a grumble in her stomach, and wastes no time in picking more of the island's native fruit..
he wakes to her gorging herself on the fruit, her back to him, five empty husks beside her. "Suzie? are you okay?" she turns to reveal red juice running down her cheek and between her breasts. he realizes her breasts are huge, and she's obscenely fit. "Suzie? what happened?!"
"I don't know, but it made me really hungry." she held up a piece of fruit. and she stood, showing off her unbelievable physique, and her over 1-foot height advantage. "whoa, I'm tall too!"
"Suzie? This can't be real. I have to be dreaming or something. Maybe I'm not actually stuck on an island. Maybe you're not really Suzie." He walked up to her, oogling her, checking her out.
"Ohh, I'm Suzie alright, and this is no dream. I mean, I don't mind waking up looking like an amazon supermodel, but being marooned here with you surely takes the shine off it. Not that I mind that you're here, just, sorry, you know what I meant. Alex? Are you listening? Alex?You can stop staring at my tits now."
"Ohh Sorry. It's just.. you look so different. I mean amazing, you look amazing. You must be seven feel tall! How is this happening?!? I'd suspect the fruit, but I ate it too, and I don't feel any different. Did you eat anything else on the island?"
"Sure Alex, I ordered a Filet Mignon from the waiter over there. No! I didn't eat anything else, because I can't find anything else to eat. Maybe it just affects us differently, or maybe I was bit by giant radioactive beetle, you know, like spiderman."
"I caught the reference. I guess it doesn't matter how. Do you feel okay? Any dizziness? headaches? memory loss?"
"It's sweet of you to ask, but I don't just feel okay, I feel amazing. And watch this." she picked up one of the fruit, and easily tore the husk off with her bare hands and handing it to him, the fleshy red fruit exposed.
"Uhm," he took the fruit, and tore at the husk with his own hands, checking it wasn't weaker than the others. He couldn't budge it. He looked at her, a little dumbfounded. "So you're stronger now too?"
"Looks like it. I can open all the fruit you want, and I can help with the shelter, as we're going to need to make it even bigger. And I think we should make some spears, and see if we can catch some fish, because eating nothing but this fruit is going to get old, fast."
"Yeah, of course."
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They walk back from being in the water, and she's dripping wet, wringing out her hair, looking even sexier than before. He can't help look, and she notices, which she's started to enjoy, even encourage. She suggests he start a fire, to cook the fish.
He builds a first-starter, and starts rubbing some sticks, trying to start it, doubtful he can. He rambled on a little about how he can't believe she speared four fish and he couldn't get any. Then he get's frustrated. "I don't know how we're going to start a signal fire if I can't even start a campfire."
"Mind if I try? What am I supposed to do?" She comes in close, taking the sticks away from him, and causing his heart to skip a beat. "Just rub these really fast? Like this?" She pushed the sticks together, and repeated the motion he'd been doing. He backed away as she threw herself into it, and less than a minute, they started to look worn a little, another thirty seconds they started to smoulder, and she redoubled her efforts. Alex stopped looking at the sticks, and started looking at her chest flesh shaking from her aggressive attempt, until the sticks started to char, and then the needles started crakling, and suddenly there was fire. "Whoa! I did it!"
"Shit. You certainly did. That's. Wow. At least one of us can survive out here on their own." He shook his head, dismayed.
"Alex!? Are you mad at me? you jerk! First it's the fish, and now the fire? I didn't ask for any of this. It's not my fault. I'm happy we're even alive, and don't think I would be if not for you, so how about you just appreciate that we have fresh water, a fire, and food to eat."
"I'm sorry. I just. I don't know what I'm doing, and what if we're not rescued? We could be stuck here, forever."
"Alex, you showed me we need to take things one day at a time. We have what we need to survive, and we have each other." she got in close, tipping his face up to hers, "I can imagine being upset if you were just stuck here with the old me, but have you looked at me lately? I'm kind of a sexpot, and it's not like you have any competition."
"Competition? Suzie? Are you??" He was confused, unable to read the look in her eye. Mostly he just felt intimidated being this close to her.
"Flirting? Yes. Attracted to you? Yes. It would be better if you'd kiss me right now, so you can't get mad at me for that too."
"Kiss you?" He hadn't been getting that vibe from her, but then maybe he wasn't prepared to see it. She smiled, and nodded, and he tepidly approached, bringing his lips to hers, slipping their relationship into something more than just friends marooned on an island. The kiss was soft, just a hint of tongue, though it felt like something more to him, as he'd never been anywhere near a woman as gorgeous as she was at that moment. When she broke free, he gasped a little.
Suzanne smiled. The way he looked at her, the way he responded to her, made her feel something she'd never really felt before. She felt a warmth and confidence all the way to her core. And every moment she felt more and more in control. "I'll make you a deal. You cook the fish, and I'll lay off the fruit. I don't need to get any bigger."
"Deal."
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They sat close in the sand, watching the moonlight and dancing firelight reflect off the ocean waves, the sun having set a while ago. "Do you think anyone else made it?" she asked.
"I don't know. If they did, they're probably on this island somewhere. I guess we should start exploring further, see if we can find anyone." He felt an almost tingly electricity on his left side, just from the knowledge her body only a few inches from him.
"We should." She agreed, not sure if she wanted to find anyone, at least not yet. "It's almost romantic, isn't it. Sitting here. The waves lapping on the sand. It's enough to put a girl in the mood." She turned, smirking at him.
"In the mood?" He said, surprised. She looked down at him, half in shadow, half lit by the firelight, the orange flickering glow highlighting the contours of her face and chest. He knew Suzie pretty well, and he'd never known her to act like this. They'd kissed before dinner, but he still wasn't sure what she was after. Or maybe he was, and he was just afraid to make a move.
???
how do they break the ice.. flirt.... kiss... she doesn't want to get pregnant, so they do 'other stuff'
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next morning, they wake together, and she's noticeably even bigger (7'9').
"Holy crap, Suzie, what happened?!"
"Well... see we shipwrecked, and got stuck on this island, and the fruit somehow made me hot and kind of huge, and apparently you're into me, so we did something about it."
"Suzie, this is no time for jokes. I think you're even bigger. I thought you were not going to eat any more fruit?!?"
"I didn't. You know I didn't. We were together all night. Surely you remember." Then she propped up on one arm, and looking at Alex, the perspective shift became pretty apparent. "Ohh, I guess I am a little bigger. It must have been from yesterday morning." She couldn't help but cup a hand to her breast, hefting it briefly. It looked bigger than Alex's head. "Whoa, you look so little."
Suzie wasn't just naked, and huge, she was fondling her tits, the biggest tits he'd ever seen. He was instantly aroused, his eyes transfixed.
"You certainly don't look upset.